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Swing!

Clank!

Slash!

The sound of metal connecting resonated throughout the environment as two figures continuously conducted a similar type of cutting technique.

The two men stood in the middle of a goblin camp, unsheathing and sheathing their swords repeatedly. Every time the sword came out of the sheath, two or three heads flew in the distance.

"I can feel myself becoming faster." Henry talked with bated breath. The technique he was employing required so much concentration that just a few words caused him to sever only one head rather than multiple.

"That's a sure thing."

The mountain toppled once we learned the sword method. Yes, the massive mountain that we had spent several days climbing collapsed, taking both of us with it.

However, we managed to escape reasonably unscathed. A week had now gone by.

The camp we were in was the 14th monster camp we had cleared this week, and we had solely used the sword technique.